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by Familyties [Lit]


  shoulders.

  For a brief moment an image flashed in her mind of a female figure atop

  his

  muscular body, his rod buried deeply in her as she rode his massive

  thrusts.

  In her mind she saw the female run her hands through her blonde hair and

  then cup and pinch her small breasts.....

  She almost gasped aloud when Laura realized she was pinching her own

  nipples

  as Shanti's fingers played in her crotch.

  "He's good Laura, look!" whispered Shanti.

  As Laura watched Jody increase the rhythm on his shaft, she felt two of

  Shanti's fingers penetrate her labial lips where they quickly found her

  clit, the girl smothering her gasp.

  "He could fill you Laura. You could take him here !" she whispered in

  Laura's ear as her fingers began a fluttering stimulation of Laura's

  small

  pleasure mound.

  "Oh, Oh, Ohhhh," the girl moaned softly as she began to thrust herself

  upon

  the two digits which Shanti used to increase her need.

  "Watch him, Laura! Watch it get larger!" Claire and Drummond Walker's

  daughter was quickly losing control. Her eyes feasted on her brother's

  rod

  and she heard his grunts as he sought satisfaction. Her own thrusting was

  harder now, more urgent. She sought to take Shanti's fingers even

  further.

  Her breathing was beginning to match that of her brother, heavy and

  rapid.

  As she heard him grunt loudly, she again imagined herself impaled upon

  him.

  She wanted to dispel such unthinkable desires, yet fascinated by the

  boy's

  sexuality and her own need, her fantasy persisted.

  "He's going to come Laura. You can come with him!" Her mouth was open

  gasping for air, as Shanti increased the stimulation. As she watched, her

  brother's body arched and she heard him grunt rapidly.

  "He's coming, Laura. Come with him!" Laura saw the ejaculate shoot from

  his

  phallus as her body surrendered and her own orgasm swept over her. Both

  brother and sister cried softly in unison, "Yes YES!" Catching her breath

  momentarily, a degree of rational thought returning, Laura softly closed

  the

  door and turned to face the smiling Shanti.

  "This is wicked and shameful."

  "Really?" responded Shanti, "then why didn't you close the door and leave

  when we first peeked in? Why did you stand there and watch your brother

  come

  while you humped my finger wishing it was him?"

  "No, I could never....."

  "You just did in your mind. Brothers can be very good, so don't knock it

  until you've tried it."

  "You've.....?"

  A confident smile spread across Shanti's face.

  "I've been to bed with every one of my brothers and sisters."

  Laura was dumbfounded. Shanti motioned to the boy's room.

  "There's a lot of pleasure waiting for you in there," she grinned, "but

  tonight we have another stop to make."

  She motioned for Laura to follow. The stunned, confused, yet inwardly

  excited young woman followed her teacher noiselessly down the hall.

  Arriving at her parent's room, Laura looked to Shanti who motioned for

  her

  to try the door.

  "It's locked," she whispered.

  Shanti examined the keyhole briefly.

  "These are old fashioned locks. Go get the key from your room. I bet it

  will

  work."

  Laura was gone only moments before returning with a large skeleton key.

  Shanti fit it gently into the lock. Both women placed their ear to the

  door.

  "You know I love it when you're rough," came Claire's voice.

  There was a slapping sound as of a hand striking flesh.

  Again the woman's voice.

  "Yes! You know I can't resist it like this. I'll do anything you say!"

  "Anything?" said her husband.

  "Anything but that. You know I simply can't take you there.

  Anything but that, anything!" Again a slap.

  "Yes! Hit me in the face!" Another slap.

  "I'm a whore Drummond. I deserve to be beaten!" Three slaps in

  succession.

  Shanti tried easing the key in the lock, but it still made an audible

  click

  as the tumbler rotated.

  Claire's voice, "What was that?"

  "What was what?"

  "That sound, like a click."

  "I didn't hear anything. You know this old house creaks."

  Laura and Shanti both held their breath as there was silence from inside,

  indicating that Claire was listening for the sound again.

  "Hmmmmmm.....maybe you're right."

  "Now drop those panties and let me look at you."

  As they heard the bed begin creaking, Shanti eased the door open. A small

  table lamp provided the only illumination on the two nude figures.

  "I'm no good, Drummond. Tell me I deserve to be beaten."

  "Worthless, no good, low life bitch!" he snarled, slapping her across the

  face twice. "Now open your mouth, slut and take it!"

  "Yes, Yes, Yes!" she cried as the voyeurs saw Claire lie on her back and

  take her husband's shaft far down her throat as he straddled her. He

  slapped

  her again which seemed to spur her on to take him even deeper.

  Laura looked to Shanti with a troubled expression.

  "Why would she want him to hurt her?" she whispered.

  "Because pain and pleasure are like the ingredients in a mixed drink,"

  answered Shanti, "both can provide their own pleasure, but combine them

  and

  the result is unimaginable."

  "I don't....."

  Shanti's kiss was unexpected but brought very predictable results. Within

  moments, Laura's body was burning, her need for new satisfaction

  overwhelming. Again she bent over to both watch the events transpiring in

  the bedroom and receive Shanti's talented fingers. This time the brown

  eyed

  woman unsnapped Laura's teddy at the crotch, leaving the young girl's

  nest

  and rear fully exposed.

  "Your father's is even larger than Jody's," whispered Shanti as Laura

  again

  began thrusting on the fingers which deftly moved inside her.

  Her eyes widened as Laura saw Claire take Drummond's shaft completely.

  "Watch your mother, Laura. See how much she wants it?"

  The younger girl looked on in fascination as, with Drummond astride her

  chest burying himself in her throat, Claire's hand found her nest and

  began

  rubbing rhythmically.

  He slapped her again and her head rose from the pillow, her lips now into

  his pubic hair.

  "She's got him all now! I bet you'd love to have that cock down your

  throat,

  wouldn't you? intoned Shanti as her fingers increased their stimulation

  in

  the blonde.

  Laura's own fingers found her mouth and unconsciously she began sucking.

  "A little pain can do remarkable things, Laura," said Shanti, also

  watching

  the couple. As Drummond drew back to slap the willing wife once more,

  Shanti's thumb poised and as the hand met face, the Creole rammed her

  thumb

  into Laura's unsuspecting anus.
r />   Laura bit hard on her fingers to prevent a scream. Tears rolled from her

  eyes as Shanti's other hand found her nipple and squeezed painfully

  hard. As

  the first wave of pain rolled past, however, Laura discovered the reason

  for

  her mother's carnal quirk. Nipple and anus - pain, vagina - pleasure.

  Shanti

  was right. The combination created a sensation unlike either by itself.

  Her

  eyes stayed riveted to the couple, the huge shaft violating the lovely

  mouth, the fingers clawing at the nest and the slaps now coordinated with

  Shanti's thrusts in Laura's anus and the painful tweaks of her nipples.

  Perspiration ran down the younger girl's face. Her thrusts became

  stronger

  taking the thumb deeper with each passing moment. As she saw mother and

  father approaching climax, Laura's body also was nearing its peak of

  release.

  "God, I'm coming you little whore, I'm coming!" cried Drummond as his

  wife's

  mouth not only sucked harder and longer, but her own body shook with

  tremors

  of ecstasy as her nest rose and quivered on her trembling fingers.

  Laura's

  orgasm was also violent, her body nearly convulsive, her eyes rolling

  back

  as she neared unconsciousness. If Shanti had not been there to support

  and

  constrain her, the young Walker would surely have fainted away, tumbling

  into the room.

  "See how much they love it, Laura? And so do you. Why fight it? You'd

  love

  to have his rod in you. You'd love to have her sucking on those little

  lips," breathed Shanti, turning the girl to her, backing her against the

  hallway wall and inserting her fingers in the soaking wet vagina.

  Laura began thrusting again, her reason gone. As their lips met, Laura's

  confession came as an urgent whisper.

  "Yes! Yes! Oh God Yes! " As the second orgasm consumed her, her mind was

  not

  on Shanti, but a mixture of images of repressed desires for her brother,

  father and mother. In her mind, her mouth, nest and rear were violated,

  each

  by one of those she had watched tonight.

  "I feel so ashamed."

  They had crept back to Shanti's room where Laura was sitting on the edge

  of

  the bed as Shanti stood near the dresser.

  "For what? Being honest with yourself?"

  "But no one else would ever have feelings like that."

  "Ha!" replied Shanti, "under the right circumstances, Jody, your father

  and

  your mother would like nothing better than to get into your panties."

  Laura was aghast.

  "How can you say that?"

  "Because it's true!"

  "I don't believe you!"

  "You've already lost one bet tonight. Want to try for another?" smiled

  the

  housekeeper.

  "What do you mean?"

  "That Jody will fuck you if you give him the chance."

  Laura's mouth dropped open.

  "That's crazy!"

  "We'll see. After all, you owe me from our little bet earlier tonight and

  besides, you found out you really want him, don't you?"

  "I....."

  Laura's head dropped in silent resignation.

  "I'll let you know when I get things arranged, In the meanwhile....."

  Shanti shed her nightwear and indicated for Laura to do the same. As the

  young blonde lay back on the bed, the dark haired beauty straddled her

  head,

  looking into the anxious and expectant eyes.

  "So far tonight, you've been on the receiving end. It's about time you

  learned how to give."

  As the Creole's nest lowered onto her mouth, Laura spread her lips and

  her

  tongue reached out to begin its lesson.

  It was after three a.m. when an utterly exhausted Laura Walker silently

  slipped back into her room and fell into a sound sleep, her dreams filled

  with delicious decadence.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  A week passed. Both Claire and Drummond were pleased with Shanti's work

  as

  housekeeper. Twice, in the company of Drummond Walker, she had found the

  opportunity, while wearing a short dress or skirt, to bend over, exposing

  her shapely legs and providing a peek at her panties and cheeks. The

  second

  time, Claire as well as her husband, was treated to the dark skinned

  delights.

  Claire's first momentary reaction was discomfort, but there was also a

  tingling between her legs which brought the wife an excitement she never

  thought possible from another woman. As Shanti continued to ostensibly

  pick

  up lint from the carpet, Claire's mind wandered. The young woman's figure

  was really not that much better than her own, but it had the natural

  tautness and firmness of youth which no amount of exercise could ever

  restore in her own middle aged body. For an instant, she wondered what

  Shanti would look like if she were bent over like that nude. Did Shanti

  also

  enjoy pain with her sex? If she were standing nude in front of Shanti,

  would

  the housekeeper find her desirable? She snapped back from her reverie as

  Shanti straightened up and walked away. Claire glanced over to find her

  husband looking at her with a knowing smile. He had obviously been

  watching

  her as she enjoyed her role of voyeur. Embarrassed, she left the room.

  Laura had visited Shanti's room three times in the last five days. Their

  sexual feasts were everything Laura could have wanted --- well almost

  everything. She knew she wanted more, wanted what she was not supposed to

  have. Yet, the very fact it was prohibited, made it delectable and oh, so

  outrageously desirable. She would have visited Shanti every night, but

  the

  Creole had warned her that too much of a good thing could bring suspicion

  upon them. Once, by herself, she had sneaked into the hallway late at

  night

  to again find excitement by playing peeping Tom, but a sudden sound from

  one

  of the rooms had sent her scurrying back to her room where, shaking, she

  had

  been too frightened to try again.

  "Now don't wait up," said Claire, "and don't worry. The concert won't be

  over until near eleven and it's a good two hour drive from New Orleans."

  "Sure you won't come with us?" asked their father.

  "Are you kidding?" asked Jody.

  "Oh, that's right," observed Drummond smiling, "if it isn't rock, it

  can't

  possibly be of any interest."

  "Have a good time you two," said Laura, holding her mother's coat for her

  and then wrapping her arms around Claire from behind hugging her

  affectionately. As Laura's arms withdrew, they rubbed momentarily across

  Claire's breasts causing her nipples to stiffen. Laura smiled innocently

  as

  Claire wondered why she had responded sexually, even if inadvertently, to

  her own daughter's touch. As Claire turned to the door, Laura reached up

  to

  her father for a good-bye kiss.

  Instead of the usual peck, however, Laura's lips lingered, her eyes

  fluttered closed and only when her to
ngue had tasted his lips, did she

  withdraw.

  Nonplused, Drummond Walker decided to carry his coat to the car to hide

  the

  sudden erection bulging his pants.

  An hour or so later, Laura fixed herself a soft drink and told Jody she

  was

  going to her room. Not long afterward, Shanti entered, dust cloth in

  hand.

  Jody was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. As Shanti stopped to

  dust

  the coffee table, he put down his magazine to admire her. Her skirts were

  all short, but the one she wore today was micro in length. She had

  learned

  how to catch a Walker's eye, so she bent over at the waist as if to

  straighten a magazine on the bottom shelf.

  Jody's erection was instantaneous. Shanti was wearing nothing underneath.

  Her dark anus, pubic hair and labial lips were in full view of the young

  boy.

  His hand found her buttock.

  "Want something, Jody?"

  "Yeah, I'd like to pick up where we left off at dinner a few nights ago!"

  "Think you're big enough to handle me?" she chided "Why don't we find

  out,"

  he smiled, quickly unzipping his pants.

 

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